IfI wereto writeevery dayfor onehundred days,would my soulbe purged ofthis malaise;is it a thingto be dredged,dragged up –twistedand tiedlike tatteredbed sheetsknottedtogether;is therea remedyfor thisscourge;or is thisan inherentrestlessness,a fiery bluespark of eternalangst ignitingpassion – a callto write? (Originally posted February, 2017. Image my own)
Expectations artificialliving in an urban junglelonging for nature’s calm – time moves too swiftlybarely registerlet alone participate We are guests in our ownexpectation’s dysfunctionlicensed for depression a smorgasbord for abuseintentions mislaid,disappointment unavoidable The ego pretends to be openbut she’s an actress off cueplaying out a sentence – condemned to basicspraying to escapethis dystopian malfunction. (Image […]
One Woman's Quest II 
So majestic, fabulous shots.
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Thanks.
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My pleasure VJ.
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What great shots of these hawks. The first one tells the whole story of the red tail. Fantastic! 🙂
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Thanks Lisa!
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Your hawks are very handsome.
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Aren’t they just!
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🙂
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Great Photos
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Thanks
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VJ, even raptors court. We have had a pair of owls in our backyard the past few nights, chatting away. Keith
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Oh, I would love that Keith. Have yet to get a photo of an owl.
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That must be fun to listen to.
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Gorgeous! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks.
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